Last night I had dreams that were so crazy, I feel the need to divulge with the internet. And no, you don't get a cut, deal.
First there was a really awful sequence where I was getting into a massive brawl with my Mom and brother! What the hell?
So that's all going on, I was gaining the upper hand (!?!?!) and then this 10-year-old kid popped out of a closet wielding a green toy lightsaber, and tried to pick a fight with me!
Well, guess what? I pulled out my own green, COMPLETELY REAL
, lightsaber and proceeded to beat the hell out of him with it!What the fuck is wrong with me?
Continuing the insanity; the next dream involved me sitting alone on my bed watching some movies. The apartment I live in was much more elaborate in this dream, but the giant bay window near my bed remained the same.
So I'm just hanging out, when a Terminator
pops up at the open window! Only he wasn't an Arnold Schwarzenegger type Terminator. I somehow knew that he was a different model and was made to look like a 20-something white guy. So I invited him into the apartment under the pretext of trying to seduce him to postpone his attempt at killing me (????????), when who should next appear at my window, but Darth Maul!!!
Only someway, somehow, I knew Darth Maul was going to save me from the Terminator! So I was talking to Terminator boy to distract him, and at the right moment I shoved him by the nape of the neck towards the window and Darth Maul shot him with a blaster clean to the face, taking a nice chunk of the glass out, too.
Then I looked down and realized I wasn't wearing any pants, and excused myself to go dress in the bathroom.
I think the moral of the story is that I need to stop watching Star Wars. Good night!